L.L. Meggs,
General Store and Real Estate
Marion County
Orange Springs, Fla., May 1, 1899
My Dear Nellie
I found your mother’s table linen last night. My old Plug came near turning me out the buggy getting around it. I sent it out today by Sarah Graham & trust she gave it to you.
Nellie I don’t see why it should be any one’s business to say so much about our correspondence especially if that is what caused you to not want to write 2 letters a week. However dear if it’s your wish I’l not quarrel with you about it. Then too you may have other reasons. I can hear your words asking me why I would get so blue & not be cheerful as I used to be. I have thought of it often since you asked me. My dear didn’t I tell you, that, when you said I looked like a happy boy. Yes the smile often dwindles to as sad care worn face carried by a boy that has never know what real life is & when I am in that kind of speel you can look into my face & read what kind of a harvest a boy that leads a life of [illegible] reaps. But by your influence can’t I cast away all these blueish feeling. Write to your own boy, Glass.
I often try to wear a pleasant face as the little book tells us. Never more [illegible] over fellows with shadows on our faces where we ought to have sunlight.
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